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Since our first rendezvous eight months ago, Jayson and I have grown a lot closer. We found every opportunity to sneak in quickies and a few slices of afternoon delights. My career has begun to really take off at the magazine I work at. I scored a few high-profile interviews and was even featured as a cover girl, netting me a ticket into the world of being a minor celebrity in the Greater Chicago area and a book deal. Jayson’s business has grown to include a clientele of local artists and small businesses. He’s asked me to come on board as a temporary public relations executive and I write press releases for him and received a lot of exposure throughout the metropolitan area. One Saturday in January, Jayson had the bright idea of doing some work at his house to get away from me for a few days. “Why is that?” I asked him over a cup of green tea. “I’m on a deadline and I need to really concentrate on this latest project,” he explained. “Plus, I’d be tempted to put off work and get inside your panties. You have a book you’re working on. Come on up next weekend after work; we can have all the time to spend together. After that, we’re apart until both of our projects are done.” “Alright. I’ll come up next Friday after I get off of work.” The Friday I arrived at the ranch house was the beginning of February. I packed a bag with clothes and checked the weather before I left for work. The weatherman thinks a snowstorm is to come late tonight, along with plunging temperatures. Scoffing at the oh-so-clueless weatherman’s prediction, I turned off the television and unplugged everything, threw the bag in the backseat of my silver Volkswagen Jetta and headed out to work. Later on, it’s off to suburbia to spend the weekend with Jayson. I was on the road by three in the afternoon. The editor decided to let us writers/photographers go early because of the impending storm. gaziantep suriyeli escort I guess this shit is real, I thought to myself. Maybe that’ll teach me to take what the weatherman says into consideration, even if he/she is wrong eighty-five percent of the time. Driving along the highway, I was glad to have most of my book written already. I make it to the exit for Jayson’s house within thirty minutes instead of the usual hour with traffic. Lake Shore Drive was closed off and I took an alternate road that got me on the highway a lot faster. I glanced at my phone in the passenger seat and noticed that someone sent me a text. Pulling over on the shoulder, I read the text. Jayson: Sharon, I stocked up on groceries and your favorite bottle of vodka and six-pack of Red Bulls are waiting for you. Smiling, I replied back. Sharon : Thanks. I brought the entertainment in case we get snowed in. Jayson: What did you bring? Sharon : Beads, handcuffs, toys, lube and a lighter for the candles. There’s enough porn between the two of us to open our own store. Jayson: LOL. I’ll see you when you get here. Sharon : OK. Hitting send on my smart phone, I drove off and headed toward the two-story ranch house Jayson owns. Sitting on about three acres of land, the home was set back about twenty yards from the road and surrounded by two oak trees and an evergreen whose lower branches are doing a poor job of concealing the front door. The driveway led to the detached garage, and I was able to park my matchbox car next to Jayson’s behemoth of a truck. I go inside the house with my bag and other things from work and see my roommate on the couch, watching the weather report on television. Smiling to myself, I take my belongings into the guest room and took a nap. I woke up twenty minutes later to the howling winds and the branches of one of the oak trees knocking against the window. Looking outside, I see Jayson in a big parka clearing the driveway with the snow blower. I open up my overnight bag and pull out a brand-new pink bra-and-panty set, red terrycloth robe, and the “entertainment”. I make my way into the kitchen and make some hot chocolate for Jayson, adding marshmallows to the drink. I set the mug of hot chocolate on the counter and I went to take a shower, while he battled the cold wind and snow. After my shower, I went into the master suite and found Jayson in his bed, reading a Stephen King novel. His brown hair stood on end, as though he just got through having sex with some brunette, blonde, or redhead he met at a bar-sometimes all three at one time. Smiling, I took off my robe and climbed in bed with him. Jayson took one look at me and whistled. “Are you trying to seduce me?” he asked. “I wouldn’t be your roommate if I wasn’t trying to seduce you,” I responded in a half-joking, half-serious manner. “Girl, you can give an old man a heart attack in that outfit.” Smiling in a flirtatious manner, I climb in next to him. “Did you get the hot chocolate I left for you on the counter?” “Yes ma’am, I did.” “Want the real thing to play with?” I asked, inhaling his musky scent and instantly drenching my panties. Smiling that Cheshire cat smile, Jayson touches the crotch of my panties. Feeling the outline of the outer lips, he says to me, “Well, Ebony Girl, as much as I want to play with you right now, I can’t. I want to get some rest, in case more snow comes in.” I started to pout and protest; instead I put on my big girl panties. “Sure. I have to upload some documents onto my computer anyway. Good night.” Leaving Jayson’s room rejected, I went back into the guest room and lay on the bed. The only thing I can think of is the first time we hooked up. I was planning on melting the snow from in here so we wouldn’t get stuck. Oh, well. I’ll let Jay get his rest, and I’ll watch some porn and masturbate to a hot scene. I woke up the next morning feeling hot and bothered. Opening the curtains, I saw the amount of snow that’s on the ground, and Jayson digging out our cars and using the snow blower. Digging through my overnight bag, I found my favorite vibrating dildo I affectionately named Buster. It’s a life-like toy that’s molded from a popular male porn star’s actual uncircumcised penis, just the way I like it. I imagined the dildo as a replica of Jayson’s manhood. Kissing the head of the eight-and-a-half inch toy, I began to rub myself through my already-soaked panties. I took another peek out the window, and Jayson was still out there moving the snow away. Peeling off my panties and laying spread eagle on the bed, I placed the dildo at my opening and rubbed myself against the rigid toy. My mind flooded back to the time when Jayson and I watched each other masturbate before we did the deed. In my mind, I see him wearing a grin on his face as I stuck my fingers up so far into my wet snatch and fucked myself until I came hard. The more I thought about that moment, the harder I plunged the dildo in me. I started moaning Jayson’s name out loud, losing myself in the fantasy. Turning the knob to the highest level, I shoved the toy inside me and I felt the first wave of an orgasm come over me. I kept the toy on the highest level as I moved the object in and out of me to the point where I shudder as I feel more waves wash over me. Grabbing on to the headboard, I plunge the toy inside of me and come hard, body shaking and satisfied. “Having fun without me?” Jayson asked, standing in the door. I jump a mile when I heard his voice. Flustered and embarrassed, I spit out, “Yes.” Jayson climbs in the bed with me, and sees the toy stuffed in me. Pulling it out of me, he sees the glistening toy dripping with my juices and licks my liquid essence off of it and puts it aside.

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